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take.”
    “Skye?”
    She ignored him.
    “Skye?” He spoke louder.
    “I’m taking the mechanic to court. I’ll sue him for every penny. He’ll …”
    She didn’t get the opportunity to finish. Jordan swiftly caught her arm and pulled her flush against him. Before she could protest, his mouth captured hers.
    Taken completely by surprise, Skye felt the anger drain away, replaced by a budding awareness. She was frightened that she should respond to him like this, all consideration of her anger and her plight erased by a single action.
    She broke the contact, raising her questioning eyes to his. His look trapped her, warm and sensual. Slowly his hand slid over her back, drawing her closer to him.
    Taking an uneven breath in confusion, Skye made a feeble attempt to break away. Undaunted, he continued the gentle caress, slowly drawing her into his protective embrace. When he lowered his mouth to hers, her lips parted in anticipation.
    Why does it have to be him?
her mind questioned unreasonably. His very touch seemed to bring her suddenly back to life. She was caught in the sensual awareness and yet felt frightened and unsure. If this continued, Jordan Kiley could easily become a weakness she might not be able to overcome. Forcefully she tore her lips from his and, taking a deep breath, struggled to regain her bearings.
    “Jordan, please, this is important,” she insisted.
    “I know,” he said, his voice thick and husky as he explored the side of her neck.
    “Please, stop.” She was breathless yet fervent. “Kissing me isn’t going to fix mycar.”
    He straightened, his mouth curving into smiling grooves. “Ah, but my arm aches considerably less.”
    She broke contact, moving purposefully away from him. “I … I think aspirin would work far more effectively.”
    He shrugged, his glance focusing on her lips as if to say it wasn’t aspirin he was interested in.
    Her pique rose. “Darn it, Jordan Kiley, don’t look at me like that. I’m stuck with a useless piece of junk, and you want to play spin the bottle.”
    Promptly he pulled her back into his arms and placed a quick kiss upon her unsuspecting lips. “Settle down, or I’ll be forced to take drastic measures.”
    She stared up at him wordlessly, swallowing tightly.
    “Now, what’s wrong with your car?”
    She couldn’t answer. Her heart was hammering so wildly, it made clear thinking impossible. She lowered her head, not wanting Jordan to see the effect he had on her.
    His free hand gently lifted her face. “Your car?”
    “It’s not running again.” Her voice didn’t sound right, even to herself. “It stalled last week, and I couldn’t get it started. I phoned the car dealership where I’d bought it, and they put a new battery in. The mechanic said since the car is three years old, that probably was the problem.”
    “Who’s the mechanic?”
    “George somebody. He works for Olsen Ford, where I bought the car.”
    “And?”
    “Well, it died again the other day, and this George said it needed a new alteration.”
    “Alternator,” Jordan supplied with a grin.
    “Whatever!” she said irritably. “Anyway, the car did it again today. That’s why I’m drenched. I had to leave it and walk home.”
    A flickering light of anger entered his eyes. “I’ll handle it for you.”
    “No,” she challenged sharply. “It’s going to give me a great deal of pleasure to talk to these people.”
    A light rap on her door stiffened her instinctively. She wasn’t expecting anyone.
    A tall, well-dressed man of towering bulk greeted her.
    “Jordan here?” He placed heavy emphasis on
Jordan
, his expression alive with amusement.
    “Bill.” The name was spoken with no welcome as Jordan moved toward the man.“I said I’d only be a minute.”
    The huge man shrugged. “I got tired of waiting” was the only excuse he offered. “Aren’t you going to introduce me?”
    “Bill Malloy, Skye Garvin.” The introduction was issued grudgingly.
    Bill